Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.